My name is Tracy Jackson. I have a 24-year-old son, Trameil Jackson being held on $250,000 bond for two counts of attempted murder. I’m not pleading the case on the charges—let’s make that clear. My real concerns is his health.
My son has a kidney leaking—his feet is swelling up; around his eyes are black. I have called and so has his mom as well as my sister. All jail officials do is connect us to the nurse. She says the same thing: “He’s being taken care of.” But, he is not—my son is dying in there.
I’ve been locked up down there before and people have died in Allen County Jail—like my little cousin Tim Carlisle, sick with Crohn’s disease. We were told that he was pushing the help button and no one responded. He died the next day.
The confinement officers don’t care about the inmates. The food they serve you is not a 2,500 calorie meal. Every Sunday they mix everything that they fed you from Monday to Saturday and give it to the inmates for dinner. They call it “must go wow.”
Now the county gets paid to house inmates, yet you’re paying a dollar for a 25 cent bag of chips and poor medical attention and they charge you for everything.
We all have made mistakes in our lives but no one deserves to be housed like dogs. They put you to bed at 8:30 p.m. even though second shift doesn’t end until 10 p.m.
We pay our taxes. The county jail treatment is inhumane. Someone please help me and my family get medical care for all inmates before someone else’s family loses another loved one to the Allen County Jail.